Yes, It Matters

When I first read the following poem, I could feel the pear in my hand.  I touched  the burro’s ears with happiness.   I could see the kindly monk who would occasionally drop by.  I find this to be a humbling reminder that it matters how we treat the world.  It matters what we plant and what we eat.  It matters what we buy and what we throw away.  Who and what we care for.   What work we ask our fellow creatures (including humans)  to do day in and day out.  It matters how we tend to our souls because that is how we tend to all. 

 Our bee population is having to carry their burdens further and further  because we forget to create way stations for them.  Plant something, and herbs will do nicely,  to lessen the distance the little bee must  travel. Put some stones in your bird baths so they can pause and take a drink.  Even these simple steps will help us all taste the sacredness of  a really good pear.   

    Love Does That   

All day long a little burro labors, sometimes

 with heavy loads on her back and sometimes just with worries

 about things that bother only burros.    

 And worries, as we know, can be more exhausting than physical labor.  

 Once in awhile a kind monk comes to her stable and brings a pear,

but more than that, he looks into the burro’s eyes and touches her ears 

  and for a few seconds the burro is free and even seems to laugh,   

because love does that.    

 Love frees.         

 Meister Eckart

translated by Daniel Ladinsky in Love Poems from God      

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